“Oh yes.” My arms flopped over my head and my knees fell wide open. I was drained and sated.
“What do you think of my gardens?” you asked with a self-satisfied grin.
“Best part of the tour. I’m giving my tour guide a huge tip.” You chuckled and I reached down to pull up my pants.
“Take them all the way off.”
I kicked them away, feeling freer than I had in a long time. My body was loose, and my mind was blissfully detached from any schemes or worries about the future. I lay in the grass with the sunshine on my skin and the breeze teasing my sweaty hair. “This is perfect.” I glanced up at the clouds while you appraised me. I liked the way you looked at me, like you wanted to eat me and fuck me at the same time. I basked in your desire, feeling rejuvenated in another kind of way. “Well, almost perfect,” I amended.
“Almost?”
“Yeah, you didn’t get off.”
“Yet,” you said slyly. “The dress code here is very loose. You shouldn’t feel compelled to wear clothes at any time if you don’t wish.”
I laughed. “Are you thinking about mounting me right now?” That monstrosity in your pants seemed to be growing.
“Yes.”
I rolled onto my side so I could take you in properly. “Tell me about it.”
Your head dipped and you growled in my ear, “First, I’d have you here in the grass, on all fours, tugging at your hair and getting your knees filthy. I’d come inside you and have you hold onto it as long as you could, then watch it trickle out.”
“Henri, that’s so…nasty,” I said with a laugh. “Tell me more.”
You twirled a lock of my hair, and I leaned toward you so that our mouths were only inches apart. I wanted your breath, too.
“Then I’d take you to my beaches. Fellate you in the shallow water until your toes curled in the sand and you were begging for release. I’d make love to you with your back against the smooth, slick rocks, trapping your wrists above your head. The sirens would hear the sounds of our lovemaking and cry out in envy and frustration.”
“Fuck, that’s hot.” I reached down to touch myself. I was getting hard again listening to your fantasies. “Where else?”
“On top of the fountain. You can ride my cock like a cavalier.”
“You mean that statue of the horse?”
“Why not?” you murmured. “You’re agile enough.” Your eyes slid along my body, making me shiver, while your hand snaked into your pants. You pulled out your erection, and a phantom of fear raced through me when I remembered the struggle it took to contain you and the rush of relief I felt afterward, when you were fully seated inside me. The strange alchemy of pleasure and pain, at times like a slow rising tide and other times, a flash flood.
“I want your blood,” I said, suddenly craving it. It had to be you. Only you.
You unbuttoned your shirt and let it fall open. I knelt beside you in anticipation, nearly drooling from excess spit. You grabbed the back of my head and guided me to your meaty pectoral. I sunk my teeth into your muscled flesh and sucked to the rhythm of your soft grunts as you masturbated. I snatched a glimpse of your face as you climaxed—mouth open, neck straining, veins popping. A masterpiece. Your load splashed against my hip and thigh, and I reluctantly pulled away from feeding so that I wouldn’t take too much. I licked your cut, then swiped my tongue across my lips to get every last drop. Magnificent.
“You taste so good.” I scooped up some of your cum and spread it across my chest, marking my skin with your scent. I would lick it from my fingers as well, but I much preferred the taste of your blood. “How do I look?”
You smiled and sighed contentedly, gazing at me with the clouds reflecting in your eyes. “Like you belong to me.”
I’d never belong to anyone else.
I was wellon my way to getting sloppy drunk. The four of us were sitting around a fire, the sun having set hours ago. I tried to take small sips when the wine was passed my way as I was metabolically at a disadvantage. Even Stefan, slim as he was, had at least twenty pounds on me. I’d lost count of how many bottles we’d polished off already.
Lucian was telling us the story of when he’d first tried opium in London. After a few days of being high as a kite and purchasing several hats, including ones meant for ladies, his drug-induced shopping spree ended with him accidentally stealing a top hat, then seducing his arrestor, and waking up handcuffed—not in a jail cell, but in the man’s bed.
“It was for my own protection,” Lucian said. “And his as well. As I recall, the bobby was a very charming gentleman, but I was an uncompromising lover.”
My thoughts drifted back to our rendezvous in the garden. You caught my eye and grinned.
“How oldareyou?” Stefan asked.
“Old enough to know better,” Lucian said coyly and shot him a winning smile. “How about you,mon cher? How many revolutions around the sun have we shared without me knowing of your existence?”
